Kelly sat at the table, fiddling with her hair and forcing a smile. 'Tyler,' she said quietly. He didn't look up; he had a dreamy sort of look on his face, a slight smile forming on his pink tinted lips.
She frowned, clearing her throat. 'TYLER.' he jumped as she said this, splashing milk from his cereal on the table.
Again she smiled widely, looking slightly insane and crazed behind the eyes. She could tell he was listening now, so began to talk.
'Tyler im sorry, you're not going to like this, but you can't be friends with Josh anymore.' Tyler's eyebrows deepened into a frown. 'WHAT? Why?' Shrieking slightly and banging the table. Kelly tried to reach out and put her hand on his arm but he snatched it away, scrunching his nose in disgust and hugging himself.
'Hey, calm down mister,' she snapped. Ignoring her, he continued. 'WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY,' he screamed, tears pouring down his face and stamping his feet.
His mom, for a while, simply sat- she knew he would stop at some point.
Surprisingly, after 10 minutes, he still hadn't stopped, and she began to feel intense rage build up. She had had enough, and couldn't take it anymore. 'BECAUSE IT'S WRONG GODDAMIT TYLER THAT'S WHY, she thundered, taking heavy breaths and watching his face become a deep red from shame and anger. 'HOW?? H-HOW.. NO IT'S NOT.' he screeched, waving his arms around wildly.
Wild with rage, she smacked her hand on the table, making the bowls rattle.
'OH YES IT BLOODY IS! IT'S A SIN! IT'S BLASPHEMY TYLER.'
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The Right Answer
FanfictionTyler's autism makes it hard for him to understand what to say and what the 'right answer' is. All that he loves is Music. that is, until he met Josh, the boy trapped in a girls body.
